Traffic

Traffic had become unbelievable lately. Daryl would sometimes eat lunch during the commute, to maintain his stamina. He’d even started packing extra food and water, just in case.

Today the traffic was worse than ever. The clock in the truck didn’t work, and the jam stood locked in place so long that Daryl lost all track of time.Seasons passed. Civilizations had toppled and rebooted. Children had stepped into the shoes of their ancestors. That’s what it felt like to Daryl at least. Forever plus one day. Of course he was overreacting.

I love when I read an interpretation of a photo prompt and think…”I’d have never thought of that”. I moved out of the city a few years ago – and I like to joke to my city friends that I traded traffic for the smell of animal menuer for my commute. 🙂
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